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Grex > Poetry > #268: Desert of The Past by Jordan | |
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maggot
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Desert of The Past by Jordan
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Jul 18 03:00 UTC 2001 |
Desert
Outside
in a Desert
the ground is perfectly flat.
Nothing to see for miles and miles
until the bright red sand meets the clear blue sky
and I walk
not knowing what direction
always forward.
Behind me I leave a trail of death
and sadness
and skeletons
going back looks worse then
what lies ahead
although there is no promise
in the razor-blade horizon,
but death
and sadness
and skeletons
to leave behind again.
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| 3 responses total. |
arianna
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response 1 of 3:
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Jul 18 21:51 UTC 2001 |
I like the flow of the words "and death / and sadness / and skeletons / to
leave behind again." Nicely verbal, that.
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russ
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response 2 of 3:
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Jul 19 02:23 UTC 2001 |
The skeletons being left behind bears an awful similarity to
friends (on the horizon) who haven't learned to hate you yet.
This is the kind of ideation I'd expect from someone who's
about to try to belly-bump a freight train.
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arianna
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response 3 of 3:
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Jul 19 03:35 UTC 2001 |
somehow the cartoon image I get from "belly bump" contrasts sharply with the
intent behind your words, russ. (:
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